I had so much fun participating in last week’s Fun Monday at Lisa’s place.
After having such a good time, I signed up to participate in this week’s Fun Monday being hosted at U R Olive. The topic is fish stories. I thought she meant tall tales. But she meant stories about fishing in honor of the United States’ Fourth of July holiday.
Um. I don’t fish.
BUT then I remembered that I DID fish VERY occasionally, ending about 25 years ago. So I present to you my one and only fish story.
Some quick background… When my parents were at one of the first churches to which my dad was appointed they met Jim and Kathleen. They cooked my parents a steak dinner when they announced their pregnancy with me and, two and a half years later, with my sister. We were all so close that I didn’t realize they weren’t related to me until I was in my early teens. (Nevermind.)
Anyway, they lived on a lake and had a boat, and Jim was a BIG fisherman. He had some of his biggest catches mounted and everything. (I was fascinated by those fish.) In Georgia, children can fish without a license, and I would BEG him to take me fishing. I don’t think he took me often, but I remember one time when SOMEONE caught a lot of fish. I don’t think it was me. But we had one of those mesh thingies that we put the fish in after we unhooked it and put it back in the water. Therefore, the fish would be alive until we got done and were ready to clean them — or release them, whatever the case might be. I was completely entranced by watching the fish flail wildly when I pulled the fish out of the water. I knew fish out of water weren’t happy fish, but I just couldn’t help myself. We did release those fish, and I think some of them were a bit on the unhealthy side when we did. 😦
This is one of those stories that doesn’t have a “tidy” way to end it, because I can’t remember much else about the day.
I guess I’m not that good at telling fish stories.
Or am I?